Losing my religion

The first time I tried alcohol I was 10 years old. My friend and I got hold of his mother’s liquor, which she had kept under the sink. It was vodka and whiskey. I can’t remember everything that happened, but I recall laughing a lot. I was 13 when I found a bottle of whiskey left behind after a party at our house and I hid it in my drawer. Again, my memory of what happened when I drank is vague, but I know I was laughing, jumping around on my bed, and falling down a lot. I woke up naked and bruised.